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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.