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 Finland and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
UT,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.