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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.