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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the techno 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.