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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Nico,
Roxette,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.