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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.