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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Index,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.