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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.