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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.