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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Ten City,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.