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 Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Franke to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.