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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.