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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.