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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
DJ Style,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.