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 Romania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.