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 Niger and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.