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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Seeds to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 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?
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.