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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.