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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.