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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.