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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.