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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Rekid,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.