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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.