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 India and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.