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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.