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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.