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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.