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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.