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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Japan,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.