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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.