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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.