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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.