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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.