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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Television,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.