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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.