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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.