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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.