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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.