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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.