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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.