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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.