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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.