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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.