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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.