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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.