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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.