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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
X-102,
The Sound,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.