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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
The Move,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.