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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.