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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
PIL,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.