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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.