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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.