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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.