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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 guitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.