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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.