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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
The Standells,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.