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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.