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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.