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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.