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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.