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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Roxette,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.