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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.