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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.