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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.