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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.