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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
MDC,
PIL,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.