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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.