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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.