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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Japan,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.