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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.