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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 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?
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.