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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Rakim,
JFA,
Urselle,
Scion,
X-101,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.