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 Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
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.