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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.