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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.