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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.