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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake 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?
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.