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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.