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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.