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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.