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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Crime,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.