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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.