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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the electroclash 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.