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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.