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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.