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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
The Victims,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.