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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.