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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.