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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.