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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 New Christs,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Can,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.