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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.