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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.