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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Scion,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.