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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.