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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Index,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.