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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
New Order,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.