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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.