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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.