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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.