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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.