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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
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.