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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.