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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.