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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.