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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.