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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 a güiro and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.