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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.