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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.