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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Associates to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.