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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.