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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.