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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Visage,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.