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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.