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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.