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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
MDC,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.