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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.