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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 güiro and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.