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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scion 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.