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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.