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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Japan,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.