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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Visage,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.