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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.