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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Technova,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Deakin,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.