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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.