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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
UT,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Nico,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.