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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.