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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Skaos,
June Days,
Pylon,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
MC5,
Ten City,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.