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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.