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 Guyana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.