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 Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.