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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.