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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Smog,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.