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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.