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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.