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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Swans to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.