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 Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.