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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.