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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Monks,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.