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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.