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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.