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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.