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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.