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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.