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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.