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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.