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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.