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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Swans,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.