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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Pagans,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.