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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.