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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and an arpeggiator 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.