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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.