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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.