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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.