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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.