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 Oman and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Saints to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.