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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.