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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.