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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Television,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.