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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.