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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.