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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.