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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.