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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.