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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.