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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.