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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.