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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
X-101,
The Motions,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
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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.