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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Index,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.