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 Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.