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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.