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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.