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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.