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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Organ to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.