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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.