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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.