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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Gong,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.