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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.