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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Ossler,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.