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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.