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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.