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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.