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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.