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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 the Sonics to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.