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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Index,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.