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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.