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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
John Holt,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.