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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.