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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.