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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.