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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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?
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
UT,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.