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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.