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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.