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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.