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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 snare and a marimba 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.