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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.