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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.