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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.