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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Index,
The Count Five,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.