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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.