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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.