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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.