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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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?
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
The Doors,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.