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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.