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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 808 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.