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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cymande,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.