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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Patti Smith to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Nico,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.