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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.