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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.