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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.