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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.