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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.