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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.