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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.