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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Nico,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.