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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.