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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.