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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.