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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.