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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 arpeggiator and a 808 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.