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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Index,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.