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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.