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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.