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 Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.