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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.