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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.