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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.