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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Can,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.