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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.