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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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?
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.