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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 sitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.