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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.