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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.