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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Faust,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.