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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Ituana,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.