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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.