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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Franke,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Slits,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.