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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.