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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.