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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.