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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
World's Most,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.