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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Supertramp,
the Association,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.