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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Slave,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.