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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
the Association,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
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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.