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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.