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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Rakim,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.