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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.