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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.