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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Au Pairs to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.