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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.