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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Crime,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.