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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.