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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.