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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
AZ,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.