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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Rakim,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.