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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Scion,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.