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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.