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 Bulgaria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.