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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.