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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.