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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.