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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.