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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
MDC,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.