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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.