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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.