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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.