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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.