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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Mars,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.