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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Cymande,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Magma,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.