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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.