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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Can,
World's Most,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.