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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.