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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
UT,
10cc,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.