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 Iran and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.