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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Rakim,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.