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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.