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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Fear,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.