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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.