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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.