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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.