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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Scion,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.