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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Nico,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.