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 Lesotho and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.