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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.