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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.