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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.