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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.