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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.