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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.