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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Nico,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.