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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.