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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Faust,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.