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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.