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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.