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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.