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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.