Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-101. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.