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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.