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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.