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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.