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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.