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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a sitar 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
X-102,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.