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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.