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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.