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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Index,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.