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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.