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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.