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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.