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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.