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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
UT,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.