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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the punk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.