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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.