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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.