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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 a 808 and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.