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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.