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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.