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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.