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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.