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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nico to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.