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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
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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.