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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.