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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Make Up,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.