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 India and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.