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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.