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 China and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.