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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Slave,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
The Cure,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.