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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.