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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.