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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.