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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.