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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.