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 Zambia and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.