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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.