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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
JFA,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.