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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.