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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.