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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.