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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.