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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.