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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
ABC,
The Index,
EPMD,
AZ,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.