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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Skriet,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.