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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.