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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.