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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Can,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.