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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.