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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.