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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.