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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.