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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.