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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.