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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.