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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.