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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.