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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Scion,
the Swans,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.