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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.