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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.