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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion 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 rock 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 snare 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
AZ,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
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.