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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Q65,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.