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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.