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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.