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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.