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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Slits to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Qualms,
Pagans,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.