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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.