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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.