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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
MDC,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.