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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.