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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.