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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.