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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.