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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.