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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Q65,
Television,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.