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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.