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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
DNA,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.