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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.