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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
MC5,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.