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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.