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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
New Order,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.