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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.