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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.