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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
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.