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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U 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?
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.