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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Motorama,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.