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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
UT,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.