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 India and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 theremin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.