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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.