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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.