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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.