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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.