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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.