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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.