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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.