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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.