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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.