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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Nas,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.