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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Zapp 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
MC5,
The Slits,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.