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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.