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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.