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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.