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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Fugs to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.