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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.