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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Darondo,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.