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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.