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 St Lucia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Rekid,
Japan,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.