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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Pole,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.