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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.