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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.