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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.