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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.