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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.