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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.