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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.