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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.