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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trumans Water 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.