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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.