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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Niagra,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.