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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.