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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.