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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.