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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Section 25,
10cc,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.