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 Togo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Grass Roots to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 güiro and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.