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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.