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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Gong,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.