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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.