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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.