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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.