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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.