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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
X-102,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.