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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.