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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Hashim,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.