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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.