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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.