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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.