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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Franke,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.