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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.