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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.