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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Japan,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.