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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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?
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.