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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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?
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.