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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.