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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.