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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
MC5,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.