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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.