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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.