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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.