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 Liberia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.