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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.