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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.