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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Nico,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.