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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.