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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.