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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
AZ,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.