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 Nepal and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
The Doors,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Slave,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.