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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.