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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.