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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.