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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.