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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Nas,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.