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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Interpol to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.