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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Television,
The Motions,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.