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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.