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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Television,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.