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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 808 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.