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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Names,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.