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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.