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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.