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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the crunk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Nas,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.