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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.