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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 a guitar and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.