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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.