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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Fear,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.