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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.