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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kinks to the techno 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All CMW 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.