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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.