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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.