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 the UAE and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.