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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.