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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Franke,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.