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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.