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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 ABBA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Ice-T,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.