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 Portugal and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.