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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Index,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.