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 Kosovo 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.