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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.