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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.