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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.