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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.