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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Technova,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.