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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.