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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.