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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.