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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Houston and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.