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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.