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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Hood. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.