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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.