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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.