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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.