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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.