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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.