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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 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 The Gun Club to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.