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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.