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 Burundi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Aswad,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.