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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.