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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 güiro and a 808 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.