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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.