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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.