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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.