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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.