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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
UT,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Motorama,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.