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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.