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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
The Names,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.