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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.