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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Count Five to the jazz 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.