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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.